Xian Xia: Ten Years of Military Style

"Will you come back this year?" At the entrance of Ping'an Village, a thin young man in thin and shabby clothes sat there with his arms and legs crossed and full of expectation. The boy's surname is Feng and his given name is Thirteen. Because he was born on the 13th, his father named him Thirteen. His parents left the house when he was seven years old, on the eve of his death. At that time, he was still young, and the only thing he remembered was that his father told him that he would come back to accompany him on the night of his death. At that time he believed it to be true, and seven years had passed since then. ............ Seeing what Feng Shisan said, Old Man Qian drank up the sorghum wine in his hand and laughed loudly: "Little Shisan, do you know the world?" "Jianghu?." Feng Shisan leaned on the table with his hands to support his chin, looking at Old Man Qian in confusion, with expectation in his eyes. "Yes, Jianghu." Speaking of Jianghu, old man Qian had a flash of worry in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up and said with a smile: "Come on, if you want to know Jianghu, you must first know how to drink. Only with wine can you have Jianghu." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.